Let me go away...
Now I need to go.
I'm not running away,
it's just that the thoughts in my head are making so much noise.
My head is a room that's far too small.
(Just let me go... I gotta go now)
I'm not running away.
This room needs to breathe.
Some people are made of factory smoke, mist, and rain,
and they hide.
But I was born among the roots of the earth,
amidst the burning sun, the sweat,
and this scent of melancholy that won't leave me.
I watched life fade away in my arms,
I held my fathers as the world disappeared.
Cynicism is just a paper shield.
I looked pain right in the face with my bare hands.
You are the snow and the mist...
And I am the sun that melts it.
Yes, I am the sun that melts it
@liamgallagher
92
Let me go away...
Now I need to go.
I'm not running away,
it's just that the thoughts in my head are making so much noise.
My head is a room that's far too small.
(Just let me go... I gotta go now)
I'm not running away.
This room needs to breathe.
Some people are made of factory smoke, mist, and rain,
and they hide.
But I was born among the roots of the earth,
amidst the burning sun, the sweat,
and this scent of melancholy that won't leave me.
I watched life fade away in my arms,
I held my fathers as the world disappeared.
Cynicism is just a paper shield.
I looked pain right in the face with my bare hands.
You are the snow and the mist...
And I am the sun that melts it.
Yes, I am the sun that melts it.
@liamgallagher
69
